Black Milk

******************************************************* ****************************************************** 06-13-08 ****************************************************** ******************************************************HELLO WORLD.Long time no talk. Simply put, its because i occasionally put on wing-ed sandals and fly away. No seriously. I like hiding under tables.Today we are talking about our Pasts. My past has been on my mind a lot lately... I would like to think that i was involved in ATLanta when it was in a good place, but then again more than likely i just dont care for the new crackhead chic/ male lame tight wearing/ slitted, colored, non functioning sunglasses/ fever blister direction of things we got going here. But then again i dont think the lame tights would be so bad if we could just dust off the attitude. EVEN BETTER! now the youngsters are looking to the Dwayne Wayne/ A different World look... Im just waiting for the shoulder pads to come back. *sigh* what horror... anyway im just hating, back to ATL.I used to go all over and see all kinds of people, kinda felt like one giant drunken snuggle blanket. Always warm, and never alone.... funtimes. But the real fun was the people that loved me back... and for those of you i havent seen in some time, you have not been forgott-ed... In the meantime lets just pretend ive become Paul Bunyon and chop trees in Nova Scotia, or something random, for a living... mmmm hearty. Who knows maybe one of these days ill find an abandoned wheelchair on the street somewhere and release the break to see where i land... Or maybe one of you has an idea as to how i can become a billionaire so i can buy a pair of skates instead!**************************************************** **** ******************************************************** ******************************************************** ****Pt. 2*********Random Facts:When i grow up i want to have health insurance. Yes, it's a scam but hey if my spine breaks in half i'd like to think the doctors would atleast pretend to look at it.I want to marry hal as stated in the "television" section and plan to propose like a working girl should...I have a little sheep on my window sill, some luck cats in the near vicinity, and a little pig who looks proudly with his eyes closed into the air never knowing that his mother loves the deliciousness of his people.My child's name is bijou but i often include the "x" in my head since she can read my mind and understand that i couldnt choose. (side note but continuation) I often pick up pebbles of poo that cling to her butt but do so lovingly. (and no ashley my house doesnt smell like your grandmothers)I have an abundance of rotting teeth so my dreams constantly tell me and because of these foresights apparently know when its time to pee.I got drunk for the first time during the middle of the day about two weeks ago in williamsburg and now my best friend tells me im missing out. I only have three months to go before i have to make up my mind but something tells me president bush still doesnt want to give me a worthwhile job (see above section: health insurance).Atlanta women just be yourself. You're all bald anyway. Take off the wigs of oppression and your tattoos, stop competing, and laugh. unless you actually do think sex is a worthwhile trade to getting your nails done. (no that was not directed to anyone in particular, that would make me an "atlanta woman" now wouldnt it).Oh and guys if you like milk try the organic stuff it really does taste better. Now do it on the trampoline and puke all over yourselves. *sigh the joys of life* good night kittens,***The end********************************************************* ****************************************************** *******************************************************